“My dear sir,
it haunted me for the rest of my life.”
That’s a bit relative. And, it’s fair and honest but I just didn’t ask the right questions. I should have asked how many steps or flights of steps were involved.
Mom wasn’t able to board and deboard the tour as well as she would have liked. I’m glad she recognized her limits because much of the time I was over-functioning and attempting to help her.
We learned a great deal about the history of Eureka Springs. We heard several ghost stories as well.
The highlights for me were learning about Carrie A. Nation, a radical conservative who attacked establishments that served alcohol with her hatchet. Nation moved to Eureka Springs near the end of her life and founded a home known as Hatchet Hall.
Originally, the town and its main street with shops were underground. The building where Haunted Eureka Springs resides (and where the tour begins and ends) has an access panel to these old tunnels. For the most part, much of the tunnels are now sealed off.
Finally, throughout the tour we were encouraged to use pendulums to scry for answers and connect with the spiritual world. This was done in a completely tourist kind of way. We selected pendulums out of a lovely wooden box and we were told how to hold them. Presumably, there was no cleansing of the pendulum from the last tourists who held them nor was there any time to focus on asking questions so I did not think anything of my pendulum simply hanging midair. The aspect that made these pendulums different is that the crystals were taken from the chandelier in the lobby of the defunct Victoria Inn in Eureka Springs: a hotel that was haunted. At the end of the tour we were allowed to keep or select a different pendulum as a souvenir. I opted to select another while Mom kept the pendulum that she had used. Just yesterday, I placed mine in a shadow box. Even with a card of authenticity, I do not believe that it is haunted but having watched enough horror movies, I’m not taking any chances. And, apparently, keeping haunted items behind glass is something that people do :p I’m being silly but if something does happen to me, it’s my own cynical heart that is to blame.
Wyatt, our ghost guide, was great! He was incredibly patient with us. He repeated his stories when my mother wasn’t able to deboard the bus, and he never hurried us along.
|Spooky entrance to the registration area and challenging for Mom|